Mourning

When they woke up

That morning he stretched

Out his hand, letting his fingers

Bow gently upward.

He felt a familiar web.

That tangled cluster of

Beautiful hairs that he

Wanted to cover him.

We’re all well aware of

What it is that smell can do.

The moments it can pull

From your heart and

The decaying images it can

Ressurect. It was these

Moments that aroused him most.

Engulfed in her aromas,

Dank and floral.

Already tasting the coffee he
would make for them,

Already losing himself in those

Persistent images of their future.